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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.