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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.