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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Magma,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.