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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Buckinghams 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.