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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Can,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Television,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.