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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Television,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
JFA,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.