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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.