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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.