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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.