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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.