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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.