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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Dual Sessions 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.