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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Index,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.