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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.