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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.