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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Wings,
Swans,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.