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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dead C 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Nico,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.