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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.