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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.