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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Faust,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.