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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
MC5,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.