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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
DNA,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.