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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.