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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.