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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.