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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.