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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.