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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.