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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.