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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Japan to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.