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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.