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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.