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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Urselle,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.