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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.