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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.