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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.