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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.