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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.