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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.