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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
DNA,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.