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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.