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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.