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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.