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 Costa Rica 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.