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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Smog,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.