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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.