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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.