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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.