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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
the Swans,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.