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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.