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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Franke,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.