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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.