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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.