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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Shoche,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.