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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
The Names,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.