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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.