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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
10cc,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.