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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.