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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.