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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.