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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.