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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.