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 France and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.