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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.