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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.