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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.