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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.