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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
UT,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.