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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.