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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.