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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Nico,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
John Cale,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.