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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 spring reverb 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.