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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.