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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.