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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Mars,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.