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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Can,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.