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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
John Cale,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.