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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.