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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.