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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.