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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.