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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
UT,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.