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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.