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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.