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 Poland and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.