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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Index,
X-101,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.