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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.