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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.