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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.