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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.