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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.