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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.