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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.