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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.