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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.