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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.