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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.