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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Mars,
Cluster,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.