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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Swans,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.