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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
CMW,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.