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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.