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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.