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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.