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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Slave,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.