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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.