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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.