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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.