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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.