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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.