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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
X-102,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.