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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.