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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.