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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Fear,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.