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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.