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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Television,
The Monks,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.