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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.