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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.