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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.