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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Seeds to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.