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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.