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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.