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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Motions to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.