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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nico to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.