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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.