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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Wings,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.