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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.