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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.