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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free 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?
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.