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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.