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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.