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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.