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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.