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 Ethiopia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.