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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.