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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.