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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.