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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.