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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.