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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.