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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.