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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.