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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
The Doors,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.