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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
10cc,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.