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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.