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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.