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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.