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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Nico,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.