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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
The Saints,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.