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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.