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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.