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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.