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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Smog,
Alphaville,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.