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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.