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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.