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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.