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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.