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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.