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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.