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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.