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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.