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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.