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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.