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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.