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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
MDC,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.