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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.