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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.