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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Monks,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.