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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Magma,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.