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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronan to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.