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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.