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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.