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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.