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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.