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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.