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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.