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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 organ 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Symarip,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.