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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.