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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.