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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.