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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.