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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Mars,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.