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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Index,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.