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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.