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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.