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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Pagans,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.