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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Kayak,
The Move,
DNA,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.