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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Technova to the grime 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.