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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.