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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.