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 Spain and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.