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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.