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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.