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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.