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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.