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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.