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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Crime,
X-102,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.