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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.