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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.