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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Smog,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.