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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.