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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.