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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.