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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Supertramp to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.