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 United States and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
The Martian,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.