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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.