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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.