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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.