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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Television to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.