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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Model 500,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.