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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.