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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Index,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.