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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
AZ,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Magma,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.