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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.