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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.