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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.