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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.