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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.