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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.