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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.