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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.