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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.