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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.