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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Urselle,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.