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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.