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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.