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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.