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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.