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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.