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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.