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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.