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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Smiths,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.