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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.