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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
The Human League,
Faust,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.