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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.