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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gong to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.