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 Niger and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.