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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.