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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Mars,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.