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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.