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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.