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 Albania 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.