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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gories 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.