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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.