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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.