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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.