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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
UT,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.