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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.