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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Brick,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.