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 Tuvalu 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.