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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.