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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.