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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.