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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.