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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.