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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.