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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.