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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Television,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.