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 Papua New Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.