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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.