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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
June Days,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.