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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
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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.