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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Remains,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
DNA,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.