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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.