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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.