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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.