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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.