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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.