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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.