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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.