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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Can,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.