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 Belize and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
cv313,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.