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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.