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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Index,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.