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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.