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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.