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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.