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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.