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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.