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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
CMW,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.