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 Austria and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Icehouse 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Crime,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.