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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Slave,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.