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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.