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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.