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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.