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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.