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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.