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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.