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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.