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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 oboe 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 Interpol 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.