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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Swans,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.