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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
UT,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Gong,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.