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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.