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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.