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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.