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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.