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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.