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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.