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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Barry Ungar 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.