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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Ronan,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.