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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.