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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.