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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.