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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.