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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson 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?
The Evens,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.