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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.