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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Excepter,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.