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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.