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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.