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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
MDC,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.