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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
DNA,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.