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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.