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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.