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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
The Index,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.