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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.