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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.