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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.