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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Can,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.