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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
MC5,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Index,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.