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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.