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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Skarface,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.