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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.