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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.