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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Fear,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.