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 France and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.