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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.