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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.