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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.