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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.