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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Index,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.