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 Brunei 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.