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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.