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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
New Order,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.