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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.