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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.