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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Television,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.