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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.