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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.