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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Gong,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.