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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Magazine,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
UT,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.