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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.