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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.