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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage 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?
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.