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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.