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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.