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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.