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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.