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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.