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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.