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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.