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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.