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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.