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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.