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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.