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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.