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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.