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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.