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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.