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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.