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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.