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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.