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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.