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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.