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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.