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 Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.