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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s 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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.