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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
ABC,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.