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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.