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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.