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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.