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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
cv313,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.