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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.