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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Can,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.