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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
MC5,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.