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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.