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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Symarip,
Technova,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.