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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.