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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.