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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
The Human League,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.