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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.