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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.