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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.