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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.