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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.