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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.