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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.