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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Five Americans to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.