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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Motorama,
X-102,
cv313,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.