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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.