Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.