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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Index,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.