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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.