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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.