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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Japan,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.