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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Organ,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.