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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.