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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.