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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.