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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.