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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.