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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.