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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.