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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.