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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
Index,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.