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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Faust,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Japan,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.