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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.