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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.