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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.