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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.