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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.