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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.