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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.