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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.