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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.