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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.