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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Roxette 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.