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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Gong,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.