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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.