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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.