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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Cymande,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.