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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.