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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.