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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Delhi and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.