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 Djibouti 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.