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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.