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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Television,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.