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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
World's Most,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.