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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.