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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.