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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.