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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.