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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.