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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.