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 Greece and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.