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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.