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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Flipper,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.