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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Wings,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.