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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.