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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.