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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.