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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.