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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.