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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.