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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.