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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.