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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.