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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.