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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.