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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.