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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.