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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.