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 Austria 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.