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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Wings,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.