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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.