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 Argentina 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
MC5,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.