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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.