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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.