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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Inner City,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.