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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
cv313,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.