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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Gong,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.