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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.