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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.