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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.