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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.