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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Intrusion 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.