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 New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Ten City,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Technova,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.