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 Iran and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.