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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.