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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
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Jandek,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.