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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.