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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.