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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.