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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.