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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.