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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.