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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.