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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Faust,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.