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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.