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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.