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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.