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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.