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 India and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.