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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Sparks,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.