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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.