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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.