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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding 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.