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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.