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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.