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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.