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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.