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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.