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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.