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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
The Index,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.