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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.