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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.