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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.