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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.