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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
The Move,
The Names,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.