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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.