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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.