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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.