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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.