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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Shoche,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.