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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.