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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.