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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
The Index,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.