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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.