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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Scientists,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.