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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.