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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.