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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.