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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
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.