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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Suicide,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.